CONFINEMENT

CH 79 - GARUDA MERAH ATROCITIES PART VI

Blood poured out from the wound in the stomach of Mr. Nengah, his breath hunted sting due to his fight with the leadership of Bhayangkara, while Cahaya and Sekar were still under the dagger of other Bhayangkara members. With deathly pale faces the two girls cried in fear under the intimidation of the attackers.

The cynical smile was on the face of the leader of Bhayangkara,

"Give up, Mister!"

"Tell me where Ni Mas Sariwati and the young man are." The hardship suppressed Jero Perbekel's mentality.

"I don't know what you mean, if you think Ni Mas Wati is here, you're wrong."

"About the existence of Muhibbin I have said clearly, the boy I told to meet my brother in another village." replied Mr. Nengah with breath still stinged, the old man was seen clutching his stomach wound with his left hand and his right hand trembling tightly holding a keris that looked covered in blood.

The view of the Bhayangkara leadership is getting cold intimidating,

"One more time I'm asking you, old man!"

"Where are the people I seek!"

"Don't test my patience or the two girls will be wretched!" hardik led Bhayangkara, his eyes glanced towards the two girls who were in the midfielder by his men.

"I told you, I don't know what you mean,"

"Let go of my family!" exclaiming Mr. Nengah with a face holding in anger, his eyes look sharply towards the leader of Bhayangkara.

The middle-aged man got up and tied the wound on his stomach with the Ants Fabric wrapped around his waist.

"Who are you guys? because I know clearly how the Bhayangkara work."

"Bhayangkara's army is one that upholds the value of truth and the soul of the knight."

"You are not a member of Bhayangkara, because the troops never act arbitrarily in solving a problem" said Mr. Nengah on a squad beratribut Bhayangkara in front of him.

"Don't say much, sir." said the leader of Bhayangkara, the fierce-looking man was heard giving orders back to his men,

"The army, round up the old man and search this house!"

"Find that thing and Ni Mas Sariwati."

"Resolve as usual!" said the leader of Bhayangkara was cold to his men.

Some people spread into Mr. Nengah's house, each room was checked back and some others people approached towards Perbekel Batubulan village.

The injured Nengah sir could do nothing and could only be silent when two Bhayangkara men tied his hands together.

The middle-aged man was worried about Light and Sekar who were still at the dagger's handle by the few people who were holding him.

No matter how long one of Bhayangkara returned to report to his leadership.

"Nothing, Chief."

"It's possible they've escaped."

"In the room there was only an old woman who was sick and a small child" one of the Bhayangkara members told his leader.

Bhayangkara's leader snorted in annoyance, his patience began to evaporate, his hands took the torch that was on the wall of the porters, the man lit a fire on the torch he was holding.

Some of its members were seen pouring oil on the walls of the rooms and the floor of the house.

Seeing that, Mr. Nengah thrashed and shouted loudly,

"What are you gonna do to my house?"

"Are you guys crazy! there's a sick man in the room, are you gonna burn my house down?" shouted sir Nengah.

The Bhayangkara leader ignored the screams of Mr. Nengah, his hand threw a burning torch towards one of the buildings, the fire began to spread.

"Biad*ab all of you, Bajing*an!" screeched sir Nengah back, his face flushed reddened unable to contain his anger, with all his might the old man thrashed and untied in his hands, undoing the bond in his hands, the rope that tied his hands was severed and Mr. Nengah jumped back towards the leader of Bhayangkara.

But his injured condition and the loss of a lot of blood made his movements slow down, easily the leader of Bhayangkara dodged the attack Perbekel Batubulan village and no matter how long the dagger penetrated the chest of Pak Nengah and the middle-aged man collapsed to the ground with gasping breath and a dagger stuck in his chest.

"Snake!"

Strangled the girl while trying to hug the body of Mr. Nengah, but the leader of Bhayangkara did not let the girl approach. At the grab of the spear held by his men and aimed at Sekar, the girl screamed and collapsed before approaching her father who was drooping on the ground with the spear piercing through his body.

Highlight eyes full of satisfaction and a merciless cynical smile appeared on the face of the leader of Bhayangkara after making Pak Nengah and Sekar collapsed helplessly with sharp gun wounds on his body.

"We leave this place and go back to the base, take the girl!" said the leader of Bhayangkara was cold as he looked towards the increasingly hysterical Light because he saw Pak Nengah and Sekar drooping motionless.

"Burn and burn this house down!"

"And don't let anyone out of this house." he screeched back.

How many people rushed to lock every room in the house from the outside, before burning the walls and wood of the house that had been in the water of oil.

It was heard from the Dauh hall screaming and crying of children asking for help but the voice was not ignored by the Bhayangkara. They kept every room shut and burned it.

Seeing that the Light was getting hysterical and struggling with all his might, the girl broke away from the second embrace of Bhayangkara who carried her. The girl ran towards the burning Dauh hall building where her mother was lying sick and her niece's Sacred Kingdom, some people held back and hit Light, the girl collapsed and fainted among the Bhayangkara who were increasingly eager to burn the residence of Mr. Nengah.

Buildings made of wood and roofed with wood and oil on the wood and walls of the house make the fire blazes even bigger even though some time ago in the rain.

The sound of Kulkul bulus unpretentious in the Manguntur banjar signifies a precarious event has occurred, the atmosphere is increasingly tense and seen residents out of the house carrying various sharp weapons to the house of Jero Perbekel who looks burning, the smoke billowed and the fire grew.

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While elsewhere, precisely on the border of Galuh hamlet seen two people down the last rice field and began to climb a hill with a slippery path due to rain.

Suddenly one of the two men stopped his footsteps and looked agitated,

"Why stop, Bin?"

"It's not like the residence of Resi Giri Waja is near."

"It has begun to look angkul-kangkul his residence." pointed one of the other Sariwati on the building not far in front of him.

A magnificent building typical of the coastal State looks gallant standing on a hill through Muhibbin and Sariwati.

"Come on, Wati."

"My heart beats without cause."

muhibbin replied to his lover Sariwati, anxiety was seen on the young man's face, his eyes were sharp and he was not aware of the tears dripping on his cheeks.

"Hi, why are you crying."

"What's up, Bin?" sariwati asked in astonishment, the girl clasped Muhibbin's hand.

"Come on, Wati."

"My feelings are suddenly bad."

"Mother?"

"O Allah, may there be nothing in Manguntur." replied Muhibbin briefly, with his eyes suddenly crossed the faces of his mother, brother and nephew. The young man was seen wiping his tears with a sacrificial cloth that always coiled around his neck.

"Hopefully nothing happened to Mom, Bin." comforted Sariwati to her lover.

"Let's continue again, the residence of the Resi has been seen in front of us." he added.

Muhibbin nodded his head and the two stepped back down the path to Griya Manuaba residence of the Resi Giri Waja not far in front of him even though his heart was still gulped for no reason.

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Note :

**Honeycloth: scarf fabric

*Kulkul Bulus: sound of alarm bells*